Wit Is The Fruitful Womb Where Thoughts

And Which I Take Notice Of Here, To Put Those Discontented People In Mind Of It, Who Cannot Enjoy Comfortably What God Has Given Them, Because They See And Covet Something That He Has Not Given Them. All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Me To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

He That Is Rich Is Wise.

I Saw The Cloud, Though I Did Not Foresee The Storm.

Manchester, One Of The Greatest, If Not Really The Greatest Mere Village In England.

Vice Came In Always At The Door Of Necessity, Not At The Door Of Inclination.